The Killer Queen (Noella Briony)

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What on earth was this girl yammering about? Did she have any idea who Professor Calvin is? The dude’s a top–notch doc who checks up on the bigwigs! Did she really think she can just hit him up whenever?

The nurse sneered. “If you can get through to Professor Calvin, I’ll bow down and apologize.”

*Kids these days. I tell ya. My son thinks he’s Ultraman or something.”

“Enough chit–chat, let’s kick her out already. A little time at the police station will knock some sense into her and show her where she stands.”

Right in front of everyone, Noella whipped out her phone and dialed a number.

A doctor nearby scoffed. “She’s just punching in random digits. At least save a fake ‘Calvin‘ in your contacts to make it look good.”

Noella was speechless.

It’s not like he’s that important. Why would she bother saving his number? She remembered it because he’d called way too many times.

The other end picked up quickly.

Noella hit the speakerphone.

“This is Noella. There’s something wrong with the meds you prescribed.”

A confident male voice responded, “So you’ve finally decided to join our lab? Wait, what did you say?”

“I’m at Imperial West Hospital. You prescribed licorice tablets for a patient with hypertensive heart disease.”

Calvin smacked his forehead. “Right, right, I did prescribe licorice tablets for a patient, but just once. The dosage is correct, strictly controlled.”

“You prescribed it five times. The patient is dead.”

Calvin said in disbelief, “Impossible! I have the prescription right here. I only signed off on it once, for the patient in room eight. Their blood pressure couldn’t handle too much licorice!”

Noella coolly replied. “So, you got it wrong.”

Calvin, in a frenzy on the other end, “Alright, my bad. If you’re willing to join our lab…”

“Your lab’s going nowhere. Count me out.” After saying that, she asked again, “Who is this?”

There was a pause on the line before he replied with this name.

Upon hearing his name, Noella hung up.

Calvin, still holding his phone, was dumbfounded.

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Hold on a sec! How could the prescription for bed eight be wrong? And someone died?

He had to get to Imperial West Hospital right away, or else there would be hell to pay.

Plus, maybe he’d get to see that girl!

Back at the hospital, Noella, having hung up, tilted her chin up slightly and looked at the nurse.

“Did you say you’ll bow down and apologize?”

That was actually Professor Calvin’s voice on the line! And he was all gung–ho about inviting the girl in front to his lab!

The medical staff were flabbergasted.

This was a leading figure in medicine, now admitting he screwed up a prescription!

If word got out, it would rock the entire medical world.

The nurse’s face fell, her voice catching. “Even if Professor Calvin admits it, nobody knows which family’s kid you are. You clearly lack manners!”

Were people this tough to crack nowadays?

Noella stood there, her eyes coolly locking with Marcel’s.

He had an imposing presence that made people hesitate to meet his gaze. The air of authority. that comes with long–held power was all over Marcel; just one look from him could overwhelm any aristocrat.

Noella met his gaze and pointed.

“His.”

The nurse was speechless. This girl claimed to be from Marcel’s family! What a joke!

She was sure that the name the girl had used on the phone didn’t match the Schnabel family. How could she possibly be Marcel’s granddaughter?

“Young lady, you can eat junk food, but you can’t talk nonsense.”

Noella remained serene, her expression as tranquil as an ink wash painting, not a ripple to be

seen.

She locked eyes with Marcel.

At that glance, Marcel felt a sudden daze!

From the moment he saw Noella, he knew this girl had to be his granddaughter. Those eyes. were the spitting image of those boys at home.

Noella resembled his daughter–in–law when she was young, with hints of his late wife in her

eyes.

However, she appeared even more composed and graceful, making those rascals look like

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amateurs!

Marcel was increasingly pleased with what he saw.

The medical staff were still clamoring to throw Noella out.

“Marcel, this girl’s gotta be a spy, out to get you! There’s definitely something off. I’ll call security right now.”

Marcel raised his hand for silence, and everyone clammed up like chickens.

He waved Noella over. “Call me Grandpa.”

Noella went with the flow, stepping up to stand beside Marcel.

“Grandpa.”

“Good to have you back.”

Marcel’s gaze swept over the group of medical staff, his smile vanishing instantly.

“My granddaughter, Noella Schnabel, and you dare to butt in? Who said to take her away? I’d say you’re the spies!”

The staff never imagined that Noella was actually Marcel’s granddaughter!

Did they just criticize the Schnabel family’s upbringing and bully the Schnabel family’s young lady in front of her own grandfather?

Their legs turned to jelly at the thought.

“Marcel, we didn’t mean it. We didn’t know she was the young miss of your house…”

Marcel waved them off. “Someone will be in touch regarding these matters.”

Everyone knew what that meant. Their faces fell, staring at Noella behind Marcel.

The lady on the floor, her face streaked with tears, looked at Noella with gratitude.

Noella calmly assured her. “Someone will help you, don’t worry.”

The lady nodded vigorously, crying harder, sure now that she had been wronged.

Marcel turned and handed Noella the prescription, “Girl, take a look for me. Is there anything in the prescription that shouldn’t be?”

Noella didn’t miss the tension on the face of one doctor as she took the paper.

The nurse who had been arguing with her also subtly stepped back.

Noella raised an eyebrow. “Grandpa, there are plenty who want you dead. You’re not exactly Mr. Popular.”

Marcel was speechless.

After all these years, no one had dared to speak to him like that! If it had been one of those boys. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

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at home, he would have slapped them already! But not with granddaughters.

Marcel held back, retorting. “You’re not exactly Miss Congeniality yourself.”

Noella couldn’t help but think that her grandpa was not only dealing with heart issues, but his noggin might be on the fritz too.

Marcel’s hospital room was a private suite decked out with top–notch amenities, medications double–checked at every turn, all under the watchful eye of a first–class medical team.

This squad also took care of a bunch of VIPs over at Harmonia Country.

If there was a slip–up with Marcel’s crew, it would mean tightening the screws everywhere else. Marcel threw out a question on purpose. “Kiddo, what do you reckon we should do about it?”

Noella lifted her chin a tad, cool as a cucumber. “Didn’t they say they’re all spies? Slap the cuffs on ‘em.”

The crowd was so scared they were shaking in their boots.

Marcel nodded, his gaze slightly icy. “Alright, we’ll do it your way.”

Several medical staff members were taken away for questioning, and the lady who had caused a scene earlier, sensing a glimmer of hope, obediently followed the police officers out.

Noella’s phone lit up with a scrambled number flashing.

“Grandpa, gotta take a call”

Marcel, understanding that young folks always had their secrets, didn’t press the matter. “Go

ahead.”

Noella nodded and stepped into the hospital corridor to answer the call.

Noella had tricked out her phone herself, ensuring there were no worries about eavesdroppers.

The call from the tiny island in the Pacific came through crystal clear.

“Boss, there’s a new gig on the deep web. They’re asking for you by name and offering a cool. billion.”

At that price, it was no wonder her underlings were buzzing with excitement.

Noella’s voice remained even as she inquired, her eyes downcast, “Who’s the mark?”

“A top dog in Harmonia Country, Marcel Schnabel. Currently at Imperial West Hospital.”

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